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LITTLE JOURNEYS ABOUT 

B05I0R5 Suburb 

ON THE 

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Copyrighted 1895 by 

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G\r*OW when the Boss of the Beldams found 
C \JTbat without his leave they were ramping round, 
He called, — they could hear him twenty miles, 
From Chelsea Beach to the Misery Isles ; 



They came, of course, at their master's call, 

The witches, the broomsticks, the cats, and all ; 

He led the hags to a railway train 

The horses were trying to drag in vain. 

" ZKpw, then," says he, "you 've had your fun, 

tAnd here are the cars you 've got to run. 

The driver may Just unhitch his team, 

We don't want horses, we don't want steam ; 

You may keep your old black cats to hug, 

'But the loaded train you 've got to lug." 

Since then on many a car you 'U see 

*A broomstick plain as plain can be ; 

On every stick there 's a witch astride, — 

The string you see to her leg is tied. 

She will do a mischief if she can, 

'But the string is held by a careful man, 

*And whenever the evil-minded witch 

Would cut some caper, he gives a twitch. 

tAsfor the hag, you can't see her, 

'But hark ! you can hear her black cat's purr, 

^4nd now and then, as a car goes by, 

You may catch a gleam from her wicked eye. 

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[From The Broomstick Train. 

By Oliver Wendell Holmes. 






How to Become Acquainted 
With 

Boston s Suburbs. 



HOW MANY PEOPLE who do not drive 
frequently are familiar with the general 
characteristics of the towns and cities 
which surround Boston within a radius of 
twenty miles? A very small percentage it 
is safe to say, and the worst feature of it 
is that there is no longer any excuse for 
it. It is no longer necessary to own a horse 
or to hire a stahle carriage or even to ride a wheel 
to enjoy the beautiful rides and drives which 
lead out from this fair city on all sides. The 
entire country for miles around is now con- 
nected with a net work of electric street rail- 
way lines running comfortable open cars 
with great frequency over the best of 
roads and through the prettiest and most 
diversified country anywhere to be found. 

It is safe to say that Bostonians when abroad 
in this or any other land on a summer's va- 
cation trip would never allow themselves 
to return home from any other city boast- 
ing suburbs as charming as those of Bos- 
ton and as readily accessible without paying 
them a visit. The excuse is ever ready that 
one cannot go to Europe or to the Yellowstone 
Park every day, but Bunker Hill Monument 
and the suburban car rides, like the poor, are 
always with us and can wait. That is all very 
well for him who does not remember that 
"procrastination is the thief of time." Visitors 
to our city are most appreciative of the car 
rides in this vicinity, and exclaim at the cheap, 
ness of the fares, and a good many Bostonians, 
too, know something about the cheapest rides, 
that long one out to Franklin Park, for 
instance— all for five cents.- That, however, 
is no cheaper in comparison than plenty of 
other trips of which these same people are 
wholly ignorant. 

There are two reasons why it is especially 



timely to call the public attention to these en- 
joyable little journeys. In the first place, our 
city is to be the gathering place this summer of 
four great national conventions which, it is es- 
timated, will together bring from 150,000 to 
200,000 strangers within our gates. Many of 
these will visit relatives and friends living 
here, and all will be alive to the great store of 
wonderful things kept here for the edification 
—edification first in Boston, of course— and en- 
joyment of visitors. It will be pleasant for our 
fellow-townsmen, therefore, after showing off 
the Public Library, Art Museum, and some of the 
antiquities of the town— for it will naturally be 
impossible to exhaust them all— to be able to 
take their guests on a day's trip by electric 
about the surrounding country. 

There is also the selfish side, which must be 
considered in these times when economy is a 
necessary virtue, and everyone cannot afford to 
take a long vacation away from home. For such 
the car jaun tings are indeed a boon, and a dol- 
lar can be well spent on one now and then with 
the consciousness that one has had a good 
time and his money's worth besides. Such 
trips are not so costly but that one might even 
plan to enjoy one each week throughout the 
summer without feeling the cost or exhausting 
the territory to be covered. And the return for 
such an expenditure would be in a better 
knowledge of one's environment, of the people 
who are one's neighbors, and a realization that 
It is not necessary to journey hundreds of miles 
to find the picturesque, the beautiful and the 
enjoyable things of this world. 

To facilitate matters for those who do not 
have the time to seek out the most enjoyable 
trips of this nature for themselves, the Tran- 
script has here covered more or less extended 
routes for the benefit of its readers, giving 
helpful suggestions as to cars and points of 
interest along the way, fares, checks and 
transfers, that anyone may with this aid 
cover the whole or any part of such routes 
without meeting aggravating difficulties to mar 
the pleasure of the occasion. 




FIRST TRIP. 



Nine Cities and 

Toivns Within Twenty 

Miles of Boston Visited in a 

Day's Ride on the Electric Cars and 

Forty Miles of Inland and 

Coast Roads Covered at a 

Cost of Eighty Cents. 



THE FIRST of this series consists of a trip 
through the inland farming country north 
of Boston, some of the larger manufactur- 
ing towns and cities. favorite suburban residence 
sections, groat public reservations, and several 
of the most noteworthy historical points and 
watering-places on the famous North Shore. 
In all nine cities and towns and nearly forty 
miles of street rails were traversed in the 
course of eight hours, a complete circuit being 
made, with not more than two miles of track 
being travelled twice. All of the routes given 
in this book can be readily reduced according 
to suggestions made along the way, or by start- 
ing in at any one of the points entered by the 
steam roads. 

Although this city is especially blest with 
immediate suburbs of more than usual at- 
tractiveness, it has been deemed best on this 
trip, in view of the superior charms awaiting 
farther on, to pass as quickly and easily as pos- 
sible out to a starting point some ten miles 
from Boston by steatn train. Trains to Maiden 
can be taken on week days and Sundays at fre- 
quent intervals from the Union station over 
the Western Division of the Boston & Maine 
road. The fare is ten cents, the distance eight 
miles, and the time taken in transit fifteen 
minutes. It is not an unpicturesque part of 



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the trip, however, out over the Mystic river 
with the broad, salt marshes teeming with 
color on the one hand, and on the other pretty 
stretches of landscape, with the river and hits 
of marsh in the foreground, the roofs and 
spires of intervening towns farther on, and the 
hills of Arlington and Winchester for a back- 
ground. 

Arrived at Maiden, the traveller alights on 
the right-hand side of the train, and retraces 
his way beside the tracks to the main street of 
this part of the city. Here, turning left, a walk 
of five minutes through the principal business 
section of the place brings him to Maiden 
square, with the Baptist church on one side 
and the street car station on the other, 
to serve as landmarks. Here begins the 
first stage of the journey proper, going 
three miles north to Melrose Highlands 
and the Stoneham line. All cars are plain- 
ly marked with their destinations and routes, 
so no time need be wasted on such par- 
ticulars here. These cars leave Maiden square 
every thirty minutes, twenty minutes of and 
ten minutes past the hour, in the morning, and 
every fifteen minutes in the afternoon week- 
days, and all day on Sundays. Once aboard 
the car it takes but a few minutes to run up the 
tree-shaded street out of the city proper, and 
before one realizes how far he has gone, 
the conductor announces Fells Station, and 
looking to the left not more than three 
hundred yards away, a glimpse is had of 
the heights about Black Rock in the Mid- 
dlesex Fells Reservation. This is in the edge 
of Melrose, and Wyoming station is the next 
point on the way before entering the business 
centre of Melrose. The town house is passed on 
the left, and the car shoots on to Ell Pond, a 
pretty little sheet of water, but somewhat dis- 
figured by too numerous icehouses. The next 
stop is the Melrose Highlands car stables, 
twenty minutes from Maiden square, where the 
line turns west. Just beyond where the track 
crosses Main street, if the traveller desires to 
cut his trip short about two miles, and leave 
the town >ot Stoneham out, he can change 
for Wakefield. These cars run every hour in the 
forenoon and every half-hour later in the day, 
and from the middle of June they will run every 
half-hour all day throughout the summer, The 
route is northerly through the pretty village of 
Greenwood, and is really a charming ride of 
about two miles. To proceed on the longer 
route the car runs on past the Boston & Maine 
crossing at Melrose Highlands to the Stoneham 
line, where the first five-cent fare stage ends 

and a change must be made. A wait of from 



fifteen minutes to half an hour is sometimes 
necessary here, but as it is rather an interest- 
ing country,— not really romantic, perhaps, but 
yet interesting,— the traveller may jog along 
leisurely on foot till the car overtakes him. 

It is but a mile and three-quarters to Stone- 
ham square, but it costs five cents to ride it, 
and there a change is made from the Lynn & 
Boston line, which continues on to Woburn, 
Winchester and Medford and so back to 
Maiden— a pretty ride part electric and part 
horse power— to the Wakefield & Stoneham 
Street Railway, A close connection is like- 
ly to be made at this point. Some 
of the cars to Wakefield— alternate ones 
as a rule— run through to the Lynn boundary, 
while others go only to Wakefield Centre. The 
traveller misses nothing either way, so let him 
take the first car he finds bound to Wakefield. 
Enough of Stoneham is seen to show that it is 
'a shoe manufacturing place, and then the car 
mounts Farm Hill and begins a gradual descent 
into Wakefield. From this eminence, one of 
the highest points in the region, beautiful 
broad views may be had. Away on the right 
one looks northward across a broad valley to 
the hills about Dan vers, and the great asylum 
buildings there are easily distinguishable. To 
the left one looks west across country to Mt. 
Wachusett. 

Should the traveller find, on paying his fare— 
which is fifteen cents if on a through car to 
Lynn, or five cents if to Wakefield only, and 
fifteen cents on from there— that his car stops 
at Wakefield, he should ask for a check on the 
Reading line; it costs no more. 

At Wakefield Centre he changes to the Read- 
ing car, and takes a brisk ride along the very 
shore of Quannapowitt Lake and out into the 
country a little way, a mile and a half all told. 
Here he will be dropped by the roadside at the 
Reading line, unless he pays five cents to con- 
tinue and five cents more to come back with 
the car. The best plan is, perhaps, to stop at 
the line and walk slowly back till the car re- 
turning overtakes him. For five cents then 
paid he receives a check which transfers him 
to the Lynn car with which he makes a con- 
nection at Wakefield Centre. He pays over the 
check and enjoys a most delightful ride over a 
rural road to theSaugus line. The traveller is 
now enjoying the swift ride and the country 
scenes and smells so keenly that he does not in 
the least objoct to paying another nickel to 
allow him to continue on across Saugus. This 
is a much maligned town, and it will prove a 
delightful surprise to him who has been warned 
of journeying to Lynn by the Saugus branch 
without a trunk. 



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Now pretty willows skirt the road and a mill 
pond shimmers in the sunlight through the 
leaves; now it is by fields or pastures with 
grazing herds of cows; again it is between 
some rugged, rocky little hills, well wooded, 
that the road runs and then dives into a heavy 
growth of pine, oak and hickory and along the 
shore of Birch Pond. All the while the car flies 
on with trolley screeching overhead at a too 
rapid rate for one who would like to linger here 
with nature. At Lynnhurst, on the edge of 
Lynn, another change is made back to the 
Lynn & Boston Railroad, and the journey to 
the sea begins. 

Up to this point two hours and twenty min- 
utes have been consumed since leaving Maiden 
square; 25 minutes to Melrose Highlands, 30 
minutes to wait, 10 to Stoneham, 15 to Wake- 
field, 30 to Reading and 30 to Lynnhurst. 
Another fare of five cents carries the traveller 
along the outskirts of Lynn Woods Reservation, 
where is located the celebrated Dungeon Rock, 
an enormous cavern where Kidd or some other 
pirate— which is an injustice to Kidd, as he 
never was a pirate— was supposed to have hid- 
den treasure. A good idea is also had of Lynn's 
residence, manufacturing and business sec- 
tions along this route. When the fare is paid 
on this car the conductor should be asked if he 
will make the best connections with the Salem 
or the Marblehead line, and a check should be 
secured for whichever one seems best. The 
writer found his closest change on the Salem 
line, and that route will therefore be followed 
out here. The change is made in the square in 
front of the Boston & Maine station at Lynn, 
and care should be taken to read the 
car signs, as there are several lines running 
past this point. Assuming for the nonce 
that the traveller goes by way of Salem, the 
thickly settled part of Lynn is soon left behind 
and the car proceeds for some three miles 
through Upper Swampscott and a most diver- 
sified country of rocks, woods and fields. The 
difference in the landscape and the air is at 
once felt, however, between this and Saugus. 
It is the influence of the sea, and the saltnessin 
the atmosphere invigorates the traveller to meet 
what is yet in store. Speeding over the broad 
turnpike past the new normal school building, 
the car rounds into Salem; dignified, historic 
Salem. The track runs through one of the 
prettiest residence streets in the town down 
to the business centre, the railroad sta- 
tion and the famed long tunnel by the head of 
which the car stops. This point is five miles 
from Lynn and forty-fi\e minutes have been 
required to cover it. The traveller has paid 



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over his check and later another five-cent piece 
and now he awaits a car to Marblehead. 

These cars leave Salem Tunnel on the hour 
and thirty minutes past, all day, so that if the 
wanderer desires to spend a little time in 
Salem he can do so without much loss on his 
schedule. Right within gun-shot of the tun- 
nel, one might say, on one hand or the other 
lie the most interesting historical points in 
Salem, and hours or minutes may be profitably 
passed there. From the tunnel, cars maybe 
taken also to Beverly, Peabody and Wen ham, 
or to Salem Willows, all beautiful trips, but 
not included in this itinerary. Once out of the 
city, on the old Salem and Marblehead road, 
fine scenery is spread out again before the 
traveller. On the right, broad, green meadows 
stretch away to the low, cedar-covered hills 
beyond. On the left, the road skirts the head 
of Salem's pretty harbor, and the first sight of 
•the sea is had looking down the harbor to the 
high and woody coast of the North Shore. 
Then come the farms on the outskirts of 
Marblehead and in front rise the tower of Ab- 
bott Hall, the standpipe and the spires of the 
old town. Devereaux Station on the Boston & 
Maine road is passed and the driving road to 
Marblehead Neck just beyond. Barges run 
from here at intervals to the Neck, but the car 
continues into and through the rambling old 
town to Fort Sewall at the farthermost point 
overlooking the sea. Forty minutes will be 
needed for the run from Salem to Marblehead 
Fort and the fare is five cents. Assuming that 
one has run straight through without any 
sight-seeing in Salem, the trip has occupied 
four hours and a half from Maiden to this 
point, and with a further assumption that the 
traveller set out at the convenient hour 
of eight o'clock for his day's trip he would 
now naturally begin to feel the craving 
for a little bite of luncheon. It is the best 
plan to carry luncheon on this trip, for 
the restaurants along the way are uncertain 
affairs, and the car stations furnish nothing 
more filling than pickled limes and soda water. 
Fort Sewall will therefore be found a conve- 
nient lunching-point, for, while comfortably 
munching sandwiches on the grassy parapet or 
on the rocks by the sea below, the eye can 
wander forth over the harbor with its summer 
fleet of yachts, the Neck and its cottage settle- 
ment, and the broad Atlantic beyond. After 
lunch, if one has a taste for such things, the 
old burying-ground on the hill hard by will 
prove of interest, with its old stones and quaint 
epitaphs. 

Now the traveller is homeward bound, and 



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the car winds once more through the crazy- 
streets of the queer old town, out over the 
highly cultivated farms and on to lower 
Swampscott, and skirts the shore by the long 
beaches and up through the opposite side of 
Lynn to that traversed going out. From 
Marblehead to Lynn is seven miles, and the 
fare is tan cents. At Lynn the last change 
of cars is made and the final stage of the 
journey embarked upon. In coming down 
from Wakefield the car passed through North 
Saugus, now a car to Maiden via Saugus 
Centre should be taken, a trip of eight miles, 
through a pretty, open farming country, the 
town of Saugus, the village of Cliftondale 
and the suburbs of Maiden, which is covered 
in an hour, and at a charge of ten cents. 
From Maiden the steam train is again taken 
for Boston, and for the sum of eighty cents the 
circuit of forty miles has been covered in the 
course of one easy day of riding in the people's 
coaches. 




C1<I A\3irt>Jer;ea.<I fron? tfr* ffccH. 



SECOND TRIP, 



Through Brook line, 

the Newtons, Waltham, 

Watertown and Cambridge — A 

Ride of Twe?ity-Nine Miles, Costing 

Less Than Fifty Cents — Luncheon on 

Prospect Hill, Waltham, Where 

the Tourist Gets One of 

the Finest Views 

in the State. 

IN THE TRIP preceding this having outlined 
one of the longest electric car rides in this 
vicinity, it is proposed to follow a shorter 
route this time, and enjoy one covering fewer 
miles of track, but, if possible, one more replete 
with points of interest, and traversing little or 
no country that is lacking in something of the 
picturesque. The route covers in all about 
twenty-nine miles, and includes some of the 
wealthiest and most popular residence districts 
found within a radius of a dozen miles of the 
Hub. Many Bostonians know of "The New- 
tons," but in travelling to them by train on the 
Albany circuit road one is so twirled about the 
township as to be completely dazed, and few 
outside of actual residents of the city of New- 
ton itself could tell offhand in what geographi- 
cal part of its territory its various centres are 
located. This trip covers all the principal 
Newtons, and Brookline, Waltham, Watertown 
and Cambridge as well. 

From the very outset the route is one which 
will prove of great interest to strangers in the 
city as the first stage begins in front of the 
Granary Burying Ground. where lie the remains 
of the parents of Benjamin Franklin, and where 
are also buried John Hancock, Samuel Adams, 



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besides many of the city's patriots and gen- 
tlefolk of long ago. A car for Reservoir is to be 
taken, and as there are two lines running there 
from this point, one of blue cars by way of Brook- 
line Centre and one of brown cars by way of 
Beacon street, a word of caution should here be 
given to take a brown car. This is by far the 
prettier route, as well as the shorter. Bostoni- 
ans know the first stage of this trip and its 
beauties full well, as it is a favorite car 
ride and drive, and they will pardon the 
details of the road, which are given for 
the benefit of strangers. Passing along Tre- 
mont street, with the Common on the 
right and the large retail stores on the 
left, the visitor will at once recognize in the 
endless string of cars and vehicles, and the sur- 
ging crowds of people, the gieat need for the 
subway, the initial work on which is seen on 
turning into Boylston street at the farther side 
of the Common. Here on the left, just out of 
Tremont street, is the old Public Library build- 
ing, so recently deserted for the magnificent 
structure soon to be passed a little farther on. 
The Common passed, the Public Garden is 
reached and in turn left behind, and the next 
point of interest is the building of the Boston 
Society of Natural History, on the corner of 
Berkeley street, and next to it the two main 
buildings of the Massachusetts Institute of 
Technology. And now comes one of Boston's 
chief prides, Copley square, with Trinity 
Church on the left, the Art Museum beyond, 
the new Public Library at the head of the 
square, and opposite it, on Boylston street, the 
Old South Church. The car continues across 
the square and out Boylston street, and on 
the left, next to the library, is the Harvard 
Medical School. Now the traveller can rest a 
brief space to digest what he has seen, and as 
the car nears Massachusetts avenue, where it 
turns north, one looks out upon a bit of the 
Back Bay Fens, with tall Lombardy poplars 
skirting the drive, and across to the hills in 
Roxbury and Brookline. On crossing Com- 
monwealth avenue one can look to the right 
down that magnificent street to the Public 
Garden, and to the tall shaft of the Soldiers' 
and Sailors' Monument on the Common: and 
to the left and take a passing look at the 
statue of Leif Ericsson and at the Fenway once 
more. As the car turns west on to Beacon 
street a glance should be taken up this famous 
street to the gilded dome of the State House, 
surmounting the hill, and out upon the Har- 
vard Bridge, which carries Massachusetts 
avenue over the Charles River basin. 

Here the motorman turns on a little more 
current, as the way lies straight as an arrow 



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before him to Reservoir, and the car speeds 
away, intersecting Commonwealth avenue 
boulevard once more and out into Brookline. 
Along the broad avenue over which the car 
travels in its own pretty roadway between lines 
of turf and trees, leaving a wide drive each 
side, are the residences of some of Boston's 
wealthiest men. Coolidge's Corner is soon 
reached, and just beyond on the right rises 
Corey Hill. The road skirts the base of the 
hill and gradually climbs up to a higher grade 
as Chestnut Hill is neared, and all the way one 
is treated to a feast of the most exquisite archi- 
tectural examples and beautifully laid out 
private grounds. Just before reaching the 
terminus of the line at Reservoir, the car 
passes once more into the territory of the 
city of Boston. It is worth while to take a few 
minutes to walk over to the reservoir grounds, 
the Mecca of the riding and driving public for 
miles around. Here the water is brought down 
by two aqueducts from Lake Cochituate and 
the Sudbury River to supply Boston's high ser- 
vice ; and the great pumps at the station over 
near the Boston & Albany tracks will also be 
worth visiting. 

Being near to the Reservoir station on tho 
Albany road, the traveller can secure a time- 
table which will show the schedule of 
trains to Newton Upper Falls. On week days 
these trains reach Reservoir at 8.20, 10.36 and 
12.36, and on Sundays at 10.31 and 1 o'clock. 
A choice of two routes from this point 
into Newton is at the disposition of the trav- 
eller. One by steam train to the Upper 
Falls, if one wishes to visit the noted Echo 
Bridge, which brings the Sudbury River aque- 
duct over the Charles River; the other by 
barge to Newton Centre if one wishes to cut 
the Upper Falls and Newton Highlands. Of 
tho two routes the former is the one recom- 
mended to strangers in the city, while the lat- 
ter will cut the trip short a lew miles. Some- 
thing of Newton Centre can be seen from tho 
steam train en route to the Upper Falls, but 
this latter point and the Highlands cannot be 
reached by the barge route without necessitat- 
ing a doubling on one's tracks for several 
miles. The fare by barge is ten cents to New- 
ton Centre, a distance of about two and one- 
half miles, and five cents from there by electric 
to connect with the Newtonville line, about 
one mile. The distance from Reservoir to the 
Upper Falls by rail is about five miles and the 
fare is fourteen cents. In the long run 
there is almost nothing saved by tak- 
ing the shorter route, while Echo Bridge 
is lost. In this article the longer route will be 
followed, as it is believed that strangers will 



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enjoy it better. The barges, it may be said in 
passing, run on a somewhat erratic schedule, 
averaging about one every forty minutes. This 
is only a temporary line, to be succeeded by an 
electric road, which is now building. 

By train from Reservoir the traveller passes 
through a lovely country of hill and dale, 
woods and pastures, with glimpses of fine resi- 
dences here and there, and Chestnut Hill sta- 
tion is passed, just in the edge of Newton. The 
next stop is Newton Centre; then on past the 
shore of Crystal Lake, a charming little sheet 
of water, with residences along the opposite 
bank. JS'ext comes Newton Highlands, more 
open fields, and Upper Falls is reached, and 
the traveller alights. Taking the street 
which comes across the tracks, one walks 
up the hill to the electric - car line, then 
turns to the left, following the track along 
the ridge to Winter street. Proceeding down 
this short street into a little countrified square 
with a drinking fountain, a store and a church, 
a turn to the right is made around the store, 
and the granite arches of Echo bridge rise be- 
fore one. Let the traveller go down by the 
river's edge to the little gallery under the 
broad span and try the echo, and muse a bit 
upon the grand picturesqueness of the spot, 
listen to the rush of the water through the 
sluice of the mill just above, and watch the 
black stream flowing down between the high 
and wooded banks to turn other wheels before 
resting from its labors in the sea. Retracing 
one's steps to the car tracks at the head of 
Winter street, the waiting-room is found just 
around the corner to the left, but as these cars 
run every twenty minutes, beginning on the 
hour, there need be but little time wasted here. 
The walk from the steam road to Echo bridge 
may seem long as here described, but in reality 
it requires only ten minutes to cover at one's 
leisure. Moreover, at noon one can get in a 
restaurant near by, for so modest a price as to 
surprise the visitor, a wholesome and satisfac- 
tory luncheon, the fare being varied, the 
dishes well cooked and the appointments neat. 

The route from this point to Newtonville is 
by way of Newton Highlands, a distance of 3V2 
miles, and if it is desired to cut the trip to 
Waltham a check can be had to Watertown 
centre for seven cents. Otherwise ihe fare is 
five cents to Newtonville. It is a pleasant ride 
all the way through tree-shaded streets, and 
before one is out of the limits of this pretty 
city it becomes apparent that its title of the 
"Garden City," is well deserved. At a point 
just out of Newton Highlands where the car 
track crosses Homer street, the cars from New- 



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ton Centre before referred to make connection. 
Arrived at the Boston & Albany tracks in New- 
tonville, a change must be made to the Wal- 
tham or Watertown cars, which are found just 
across the railroad. To Watertown it is about 
a mile and three-quarters, where connection is 
made with the West End company's cars for 
Mt. Auburn, Harvard Square and Boston. 
Through West Newton to Waltham is a 
trip of about 4V2 miles for a five - cent 
fare. One would naturally suppose that 
Newton Centre would be the place where 
the city fathers would hold forth, but such is 
not the case, and the traveller on this trip will 
pass the city hall in West Newton, an unpre- 
tentious wooden building on the right, and ap- 
parently not half big enough for the transac- 
tion of such a municipality's affairs. More 
open country is reached just outside of this vil- 
lage, and the car passes through the outskirts 
of Auburndale, which is also a part of Newton, 
wherein is located Lasell Seminary. As the 
Waltham line is neared, the Charles River 
comes into view on the left, and across the val- 
ley the hills in Wellesley rise. Waltham 
watches being of world-wide fame, it will be 
interesting to see the factory where they are 
made. The car passes its doors. Crossing the 
river just beyond, the cotton mills of the Bos- 
ton Manufacturing Company are passed on 
the right, and just over the Fitchburg 
railroad tracks one comes to Waltham Com- 
mon. Here a change may be made for Water- 
town Centre, or, continuing on board the car, 
one is taken up Main street to the outer edge 
of the city, passing on the way the home of the 
late General Banks. The car stops at the foot 
of Prospect Hill, where the western terminus 
of this trio is reached. Nineteen miles have 
thus been covered by steam and electric road 
in about three hours, including two stops of 
fifteen or twenty minutes each. 

It would now, in the natural order of things, 
be about luncheon time, and if the suggestion 
made in the former article to carry a sandwich 
or two along has been followed, some attrac- 
tive places can now be pointed out for enjoying 
the noonday repast. It may be that some will 
be drawn to the river for their nooning, and for 
such there will be found good boats and canoes 
in abundance at a moderate rental at 
the bridge near the cotton mill passed 
a little way back. The car should be left at 
the bridge by those who prefer to paddle up 
this most delightful stretch of river, which 
may be followed without a portage for several 
miles, up past Auburndale to Newton Lower 
Falls. Such an extended trip, however, would 



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not be possible if one intended to complete the 
car trip the same day. For those who prefer to 
take to the woods, and can do a mild amount 
of hill-climbing by good roads and paths, Pros- 
pect Hill Park will prove alluring. Here is the 
whole upper part of this superb hill, 420 feet 
above the sea, set apart by the city of Waltham 
as a wild park for public enjoyment. A leisure- 
ly tramp of twenty minutes will take one from 
the car terminus to a delightful spot for lunch- 
ing. Take the little country road that leads off 
from Main street on the rierht, and follow its 
windings up the hill until a big white sign 
board, bearing the rules and regulations of the 
Park Department, is met on the right. Now 
look sharp on this same side for a well-beaten 
trail that leads away into the woods and along 
the hillsides. No guideboard marks it, but 
many feet have trod it, and it should be fol- 
lowed, as it saves steps. Here the traveller 
breathes in the odor of the pines and cedars in 
passing, and listens to the breeze whispering in 
the oak tops just beyond, and straightway 
opens his eyes to their widest to take in the 
majestic panorama spread before him. There, 
on a bald ledge jutting out from a shoulder of 
the hill, is an ideal luncheon table, and, while 
eatiner, one may take a bird's-eye view of the 
country so recently travelled over, and that 
soon to be covered, and many square 
miles besides. Almost due east is the 
State House dome, a spot of burn- 
ing gold, the city and its smoky pall 
at its base; north and in the middle distance 
are the hills of Arlington and Belmont, the 
new buildings of the McLean Asylum being 
seen on the southerly shoulder. South of Bos- 
ton are the Brookline Hills, the Blue Hills 
range in Milton, a dim line of hills far south, 
and nearer and to the westward the Wellesley 
hills. In the valley lies Waltham and New- 
ton, with glimpses of the river through the 
trees. 

Thoroughly rested in mind and body, and 
refreshed with the bite of lunch, one is pre- 
pared to follow the path up from the ledge to 
the summit of the hill, an easy climb of an- 
other one hundred feet. It is worth almost 
any exertion, for from the benches on the top- 
most rock a wide range is had in every direc- 
tion. The sea to the east; Beacon Pole Hill 
and Woonsocket Hill in Rhode Island to the 
south; Mt. Wachusett to the west, and a little 
farther north Grand Monadnock, 3170 feet 
above the sea, and Pack Monadnock, 22G0 feet, 
just over the New Hampshire line ; Sunapee 
mountain, Joe English hill in New Boston, 
N. H., Kearsarge mountain, the Unconnunuck 
mountains, and due north the city of Lowell is 



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betrayed by the smoke cloud from its mills. 
It wi'.'l be difficult to tear one's self away from 
the charm of this wonderful view, but there 
still remain other sights along the route. 

A little change will be experienced by follow- 
ing the carriage drive down the hill to the 
cars. The cars leave the hill every fifteen 
minutes, beginning on the hour, and to con- 
tinue on to VVatertown centre a transfer should 
be secured from the conductor for the five cent 
fare. At Waltham Common the change is 
made to the Watertown car, which leaves 
every twenty minutes, beginning at ten 
minutes past the hour. This is a ride 
of four miles, the first part being through 
the business section of Waltham, thence 
into the best residence part, over a fine, wide, 
tree-shaded street, with handsomely kept 
places on each side. Grove Hill Cemetery is 
passed on the right, and then the farming sec- 
tion is entered, which extends to the very edge 
of Watertown village. Another change is 
made here, which may be the final one, if the 
traveller desires to go into Boston over the 
West Boston Bridge to Bowdoin square. The 
faro will then be ten cents; but if it is preferred 
to go into the city by the Harvard Bridge, a 
five-cent fare may be paid, and another change 
at Harvard square to a Tremont House car will 
take one back to the starting point in the 
morning. A close connection is usually made 
at Watertown, but as the cars run every ten 
minutes, the wait will be short at the most. 
It is a pleasant ride down through Water- 
town, though nothing of great interest is 
passed until Mt. Auburn is reached, just 
before entering Cambridge. The car fol- 
lows along beside the cemetery for some 
distance, so that a good idea of this famous 
resting place of the dead may be had without 
making a special pilgrimage within its portals. 
After passing the cemetery Cambridge is 
entered, and on the left at the first corner a 
glimpse may be had through the trees of James 
Russell Lowell's old home, Elmwood. The car 
follows the river bank into Harvard square, and 
on the right is the Cambridge city hospital, and 
a little farther on Longfellow Park is passed 
on the left, leaving an open vista through from 
the poet's statelv colonial house on Brattle 
street to the river and the marshes. Then 
comes Harvard square, with the college yard 
and buildings on the left, and thetraveller.may 
here be allowed to select for himself one of 
three ways to return to the city: by the car on 
which he has come, in to Bowdoin square over 
the West Boston Bridge ; by a Tremont House 
car via Harvard Bridge and the Back Bay ; or 



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by a Broadway car via East Cambridge. The 
pleasantesc route is bj way of the Harvard 
Bridge* 

This completes the twenty-nine miles' ride, 
which- including stops at Reservoir and Echo 
Bridge of twenty minutes each, and one at 
Prospect Hill of an hour and thirty minutes, 
has required six hours, and cost forty - four 
cents. 




Ecrjo Bri<Ig*, fiewtor). 



THIRD TRIP. 

To Nantasket 

Beach Through Quincy 

and Weymouth — An Easy 

Journey by Street Car, Steam Car, 

Afoot and Afloat, Visiting the Coast 

Towns South of Boston — Sixty-one 

Cents for the Rou?id Trip of 

Thirty -five - and- a - 

Half Miles. 



ONE OF THE TRIPS that will prove most 
delightful for a midsummer day is that to 
Nantasket Beach. No one would wish to 
sacrifice the delightful steam across Boston 
harbor in the course of a visit to this celebrated 
beach for the sake of an electric car ride, but 
when both can be combined in a thoroughly en- 
joyable way the advantages will be readily ap- 
preciated. To those who know Boston harbor 
like a book it will furnish a pleasing variety. 
Old Dorchester, now rejuvenated with a new 
beauty quite its own, is a part of this city which 
every stranger should visit.and on the route here 
laid down it is included in the first stage. Then 
there is Quincy, the home of the Adamses, and 
further famed for its extensive quarries of fine 
granite. Weymouth and Hingham, two of the 
oldest towns on the South Shore, are also in- 
cluded, and lastly the open Atlantic. 

As there are certain to be some who, for one 
cause or another, find any extended walking 
inconvenient, it has been the aim in these 
chapters to suggest all-rail substitutes, as far 
as possible, for any parts of trips which have in- 
cluded short walks. In an effort to take the 



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traveller over the most interesting section of 
country, however, it has sometimes been 
necessary to introduce a little walking, and it 
should be borne in mind that, as a rule, the 
substitute routes are not so pleasant as those 
followed here. At the outset on this 
occasion, therefore, there will be laid out a 
way for the non-pedestrian. There is a line of 
blue cars which starts at the Union Station 
and runs up Washington street and out to 
Neponset Bridge, and the Quincy line, via Mt. 
Pleasant and Fields Corner. This is probably 
the longest five-cent ride within the city limits. 
It is not an unpleasant route either, and by 
taking it the cost of the trip may be reduced 
five cents, and three-quarters of a mile of 
walking eliminated. But the route to be fol- 
lowed here has its beginning at the corner of 
Washington and Franklin streets on a Meeting 
House Hill and Upham's Corner car which 
also is painted blue. In order to go through 
with comfort and to make good connections 
with the Old Colony road, which must be 
taken for a short stage to the beach, it is neces- 
sary to set out not later than nine o'clock if 
luncheon is to betaken at Nantasket, or at 
noon if an evening sail up the harbor is sought. 
These are the only hours at which one may 
start and make connections. 

The car winds around a block and comes 
back onto Washington street by way of Sum- 
mer street, and the traveller will find on any 
week day plenty of human interest along the 
way through the retail dry goods centre and 
farther on among the smaller stores. When 
just in the edge of Roxbury, the car swings off 
through Eustis street past the old burying 
ground where lies the dust of Governor Dudley 
of Colonial times and his family, and of Eliot, 
the apostle to the Indians. It will, therefore, 
be easy for the stranger to understand 
the significance of the name of Dud- 
ley street, into which the car turns directly, 
Upham's Corner is the next point where 
the car takes another turn leaving the old 
Dorchester graveyard on the left. In this 
ground are many ancient gravestones, indica- 
ting the enclosure to have been the burial 
place of the earliest settlers of the town, 
which datesits history back to 1630. In this old 
cemetery, among his ancestors, is also buried 
the famous statesman and orator Edward 
Everett. By the presence of an occasional small 
orchard and garden plot one is reminded that 
the turmoil of the town is being left behind, 
and as the car climbs Meeting House Hill 
just beyond, past the fountain and St. Peter's 
Catholic Church, if the traveller will look 
back and to the left a little the picturesque 



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belfry and steeple of the historic old First 
Parish Meeting House with the ancient Lyceum 
Hall by its side may be seen through the trees. 
Just beyond St. Peter's, and set well back from 
the street with a broad field in front, stands 
one of the old Dorchester mansions, the home 
of a Standard Oil magnate. Now the car de- 
scends the hill, and off to the left and ahead 
the Blue Hills of Milton, always a hazy blue in 
tone, roll out across the horizon. All this sec- 
tion once belonged to large estates, but within 
a few years they haye been cut up with streets, 
and houses have grown upon their borders 
with a rapidity which one is accustomed to see 
generally in Western towns only. Some of the 
old mansion houses still remain to lend their 
picturesqueness to what is fast becoming com- 
monplace. 

As the car swings to the left from Bowdoin 
street into "old" Washington street the travel- 
ler should turn his attention to the left-hand 
side of the road and presently there will open 
a pretty view looking out across Dorchester and 
down the length of Dorchester Bay to the har- 
bor and its islands. The eye next rests on the 
stately old mansion house formerly owned by 
Walter Baker of chocolate-making fame, and 
now occupied as a gold-cure retreat. This is 
one of the fashionable localities of Dorchester 
and most of the residences are of comparative- 
ly recent date. Melville avenue is soon reached, 
the ride of seven miles from the starting point 
having occupied forty-five minutes. This is 
the point where the most extended walk of the 
trip comes in, but as it is down as pretty a 
street as can be found, between beautifully 
tended private grounds and artistic houses 
for much of the way, there is plenty 
to interest the wanderer. By an easy 
walk of ten minutes one crosses the New York, 
New Haven & Hartford Railroad tracks to Dor- 
chester avenue. One should not stop here, 
however, although it is easy to be deceived by 
the trolley wires and tracks into believing that 
this is the point sought. Cross the avenue and 
continue down Parkman street a short dis- 
tance, not over a five-minute walk, to Neponset 
avenue, where a car for Neponset bridge should 
be taken. This is a mile and a quarter or so, 
and a brisk ride of five minutes down the hill 
lands one at the waiting-room on the Boston 
side of the bridge and the starting-point of the 
Quincy cars. Should a car for Neponset "depot" 
—as the street car people persist in calling the 
steam railroad station— chance to come along 
while one is waiting at the Parkman street 
corner, it may be taken, if a walk of two 
minutes is not objectionable. As this car turns 
oft from Neponset avenue to Walnut street the 



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traveller should alight where it turns and walk 
out the avenue to the bridge. 

Here the Neponset River forms the dividing 
line between Quincy and Boston. It is by far 
the most attractive of the tidal rivers about 
Boston. The stream is narrower than the 
lower Mystic and Charles on the north of the 
city; its receding tides leave no broad mud 
flats along its borders, no seawalls girt its bank 
and no grimy railroad bridges with gallows- 
like draw-frames, and no tenements or facto- 
ries intercept the view. The Neponset comes 
winding along through broad downs from Ded- 
ham, Hyde Park and Milton to feed the sea 
through the waters of Dorchester Bay. From 
the bridge, beside which the car station stands, 
one can enjoy the charming picture looking up 
stream across the downs, with bits of wood- 
land in the middle distance, to the ever- 
present Milton Hills. Every half-hour the cars 
of the Quincy & Boston road leave Neponset 
Bridge for Quincy Centre; and on paying the 
conductor, an eight-cent check to North Wey- 
mouth should be asked for. On this ride of 
about twenty minutes the traveller crosses the 
picturesque Norfolk Downs, passes through the 
cooling shade of Wollaston's elm-lined streets, 
under the shadow of Wollaston Heights, which 
rise to the left, and into the middle of the 
city of Quincy. This is the old home of the 
Adams family, and the old homestead of 
Charles Francis Adams is passed on the right 
just before entering the square. A change is 
made at this point for an East Weymouth car. 
To cover this stage of the journey, six miles in 
all, the check secured on the car just left be- 
hind, together with another nickel, must be 
paid. A pleasant ride of twenty minutes takes 
one to Quincy Point, where a steamer may be 
taken once an hour across Hingham Bay to 
Sagamore Hill, near Nantasket. Practically 
neither time nor money is saved by this de- 
viation, and much is lost, for the Weymouth 
and Hingham country is full of beauty. 

From Quincy Point the car crosses Wey- 
mouth Fore River, so-called to distinguish it 
from Weymouth Back River, which will be 
met farther on at East Weymouth Station. 
Quincy has now been crossed and Brain tree 
left up stream to the right, and now Wey- 
mouth is before the traveller. A five-minute 
run brings one to Thomas's Corner in North 
Weymouth, where the level country is left 
behind and the car goes plunginar along at 
high speed up hill and down dale, around 
curves, past farms and their snug little cot. 
tages, through woods to the steam rail- 
road station at North Weymouth. As the 
car climbs the hill from the station 



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one looks back through the elm branches to 
Boston and off to the right to the Blue Hills 
once more. This eminence up which the car 
toils is King Oak Hill, so-called from the giant 
oak that until recent years crowned its height. 
Under this oak, so it is said, the first settlers 
in Weymouth camped and gave the hill and 
the tree its name. Weymouth Centre is en- 
tered just beyond, from which point a car can 
be taken for Braintree, should one care to visit 
that town. It is but a short distance from the 
Centre to East Weymouth where the electric 
line comes to an abrupt ending and the steam 
train must be sought. The car is due at East 
Weymouth at 11.35, and as the train does not 
leave for Nantasket until 12.03, more than 
ample time is afforded for the short but pretty 
walk over to the Old Colony station. Alighting 
from the electric on the left one should continue 
to bear by the same hand and take the street 
leading out of the square around the corner of 
the waiting-room. Keep on past a little pond 
and at its farther end a path will be discovered 
turning in to the left from the street. Let the 
traveller follow its windings out upon the bank 
of a little creek, which is the Weymouth Back 
River previously spoken of. The path contin- 
ues to the railroad embankment and the station. 
Now is the time for one to discuss how the 
remainder of the day shall be spent. The cars 
can be taken to Nantasket station, where the 
beach can be visited, or a close connection 
made with the boat for Boston. To Nantasket 
the fare is thirteen cents, and for ten cents ad- 
ditional one can continue up the beach on 
the cars to Pemberton at the extreme 
end of Hull and connect with the boat 
from Nantasket for Boston. Most people 
it is believed will prefer to stop at the beach 
for luncheon, so that route will be here de- 
tailed. It is only three miles from East Wey- 
mouth to Old Colony House station in Hing- 
hani, where a change is made to the beach 
branch ; but it is an interesting trip even on a 
stuffy steam train. It is a succession of fields 
and orchards into Hingham Centre, where a 
glimpse is had of some of the old colonial-built 
houses with weather-beaten shingles and pale- 
green doors ornamented with heavy brasses. 
After the first of July the beach road is to be 
operated by electricity, so that the only break 
in the chain from Boston to the beach will be 
on the three miles just travelled from East 
Weymouth. It is proposed to operate seventy- 
five trains a day each way between Old Colony 
House and Pemberton. This road runs along 
the Weir (pronounced Ware) River down to 
Nantasket Beach. 
Here is the chance for young and old, rich 



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and poor, to enjoy an outing by the seaside. 
The basket luncheon parties can find plenty 
of places for enjoying their refreshments and 
the innumerable restaurants and hotels set 
forth every known form of sea fish for their 
guests. There is no end of opportunities for 
the entertainment of one's self. There is the 
long, hard beach with the surf breaking in 
from the open Atlantic, where one may 
wander in search of smooth sea-washed stones 
and shells; the rocks at the southern end of 
the sand, where sea urchins, star fish and 
crabs abound; here also, one can indulge in 
all the follies of a popular beach resort and 
patronize no end of shows, merry-go-rounds, 
and nickel-in-the-slot machines; or, if tired of 
these attractions, he finds the broad verandas 
and shelters where one may sit and 
watch the tide of humanity flowing as 
ceaselessly as the sea out yonder, or study 
the moods of the ocean stretching away from 
Minors Ledge Light on the south to Strawberry 
Hill and the North Shore. There are also the 
barges and carriages which one may patronize 
for a drive over the famous Jerusalem road 
down the Cohasset shore. It is at least a good 
place to pass an hour and a half for luncheon, 
and if one does not care to tarry longer the two 
o'clock boat may be taken for the city. This 
steam of twelve miles up Boston's harbor will 
be one of the pleasantest features of the jour- 
ney for strangers and is to be had for the price 
of twenty-five cents. Presumably one not 
familiar with the harbor will provide 
himself with a cheap map of the bay 
from which to pick out the points of 
interest along the way so that only 
the chief landmarks will be denoted here. 
After passing out of Hingham Bay past Pem- 
berton, Fort Warren is seen on the right; 
farther up the harbor on the left Long Island 
head and light and the pauper institutions and 
hospitals of the city of Boston, and across the 
channel to the right of tbe steamer's course 
the House of Industry at Deer Island. Here 
President Roads is entered, and just above, off 
the mouth of Dorchester Bay, Castle Island, 
once Fort Independence, and now connected 
with Boston's park system, is seen, and across 
the channel once more the grassy parapets of 
the Fort Winthrop battery rise on Governor's 
Island. The city is reached in an hour and ten 
minutes from the beach, and the day's journey 
of thirty-five and one-half miles has been cov- 
ered, with a stop of an hour and a half for 
luncheon at Nantasket, in a little more than 
six hours, and at the cost of sixty-one cents. 



FOURTH TRIP. 



A Jaunt for a 
Half -Holiday — Twenty- 
Seven Miles by Electrics, Steam 
and Afoot, Through Roxbury, Hyde 
Park, Dedham, West Roxbury and the 
Parkway — Four Hours of Travel 
and Sight-Seeing at a Cost 
of Twenty - two 
Cents. 



rTjFTER JOURNEYING north, west and 
r\ south of Boston by electric car, and being 
/ ■* unable to complete the round of the 
compass owing to the physical nature of 
the city's eastern boundary, the succeed- 
ing trips will be run in between the first 
three to show how thoroughly the surround- 
ing districts can be covered with interest. 
The present route is out to the county seat of 
Norfolk County, at Dedham, by way of Hyde 
Park, returning through West Roxbury and 
the Parkway to the city; in all, fifteen miles 
by electric car, five by steam train and a walk 
of from one to two miles. The previous trips 
have been designed for all-day jaunts, and 
while it is possible to extend the present one 
in several ways so as to make an easy day of 
it, the object is to suggest a comfortable route 
for a half-holiday outing. As laid out here, 
the entire trip can be completed in four hours 
or a little more, and it is possible to cover the 
major part of the round in even less time. For 
comfort and thoroughness, however, not less 
than four hours should be allowed. 

A car for Forest Hills, which begins its out- 
ward run at the Union Station, is the first con- 
veyance on this route. Cars also pass the Tre- 
mout House stand, and may be taken there; 



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but care should be used to scrutinize closely 
the signs, as two lines of Egleston Square 
cars run outward from this point. Both lines 
are of dark green cars, and both have "Egles- 
ton Square" painted on the dash-boards, but 
the signs over the platforms are the distin- 
guishing marks. Those of the Union Station 
line read "Forest Hills," while those of the 
Tremont House line read "Green Street." The 
traveller hhould take the Forest Hills line and 
avoid a walk of half a mile, or perhaps more. 
As is mentioned above, both lines may be 
taken at the Tremont House stand. These 
cars run every ten minutes on week days 
and every five minutes on Sundays. This 
is not what one would call an ideally pictur- 
esque route for the first two or three miles, but 
it has the redeeming virtue of taking a 
stranger through an entirely different section 
of the city from any traversed in the foregoing 
trips. From Tremont street the car runs into 
Shawmut avenue, and follows it from its be- 
ginning to its end under the trees of Guild 
Row in Roxbury. At this point the car turns 
to the left past the site of the First Universal- 
ist Church, in Roxbury, which building, until 
its destruction by fire, a couple of years ago, 
was one of the striking features of the section. 
Just back of this site on the hill, but not visible 
from the car, stands the old church of the First 
Religious Society in Roxbury (Unitarian), 
where Dr. Putnam preached during his life- 
time. Just out of Guild Row the car crosses to 
"Washington street, passes the precipitous Tom- 
my's Rocks on the left, and gives one a pleasant 
ride out to the Forest Hills station of the N. Y., 
N. II. & H. R. R. At Dale street one gets on 
the left a glimpse of Washington Park, and a 
little farther on there are seen on the right the 
Notre Dame Academy, and near by the New 
England Hospital for Women and Children. 
This run of six miles requires about forty min- 
utes, and the fare is only five cents. 

The West End Street Railway Company is 
deserted at Forest Hills for the new Norfolk 
Suburban Street Railway Company, whose 
cars leave the station every half-hour on week 
days, and every fifteen minutes on Sundays. 
By figuring a little beforehand and allowing a 
few minutes' leeway for ordinary delays, a 
good connection can be made on this change 
and a long wait avoided. Before getting under 
way for Norfolk County, however, it should be 
mentioned that over to the left, about five 
minutes' walk, are the entrances to Franklin 
Park and to Forest Hills cemetery, while to the 
right, and almost within sight, is the Arnold 
Arboretum, which is to be visited on the home- 
ward route. 



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The car here runs off at an acute angle from 
Washington street, leaving that interminable 
thoroughfare to continue its straight course 
over the hills into Dedham, while the electric 
road follows the valley around through Hyde 
Park. Mt. Hope cemetery is left off on the hill- 
side to the left, and the township of Hyde 
Park is entered at Clarendon Hills. All the 
way to Hyde Park Centre the wooded ridge of 
hills is kept in sight on the right, the houses 
become more scattered and the country greener 
and more charming. 

From Hyde Park square a branch may be 
taken off to the northeast, about two miles to 
Mattapan, on the edge of Boston. An eight- 
cent check transfers one to this line. From 
Mattapan a walk of a mile or a trifle more will 
bring one to Dorchester Lower Mills, at the choc- 
olate factories on the Neponset River, whence 
a line of electrics runs back to the city through 
Ashmont. Still another branch from Hyde 
Park runs due eoith about a mile to Readville, 
a village in Hydo Park best known now for its 
trotting track, but well remembered by thous- 
ands of veterans as the situation of a famous 
rendezvous camp for Massachusetts soldiers in 
the war of the Rebellion. The old camp ground 
is about half a mile distant from the electric 
track, and not in sight. Many pretty cottages 
have been built on the camping field, but; 
remains of the old barracks can yet be 
found. Continuing on board the car to 
Dedham Centre, however, will be found a most 
enjoyable ride, without any additional fare. A 
pretty residence street is followed out of the 
Centre past the end of the Stony Brook Reser- 
vation, a part of the Metropolitan Park sys- 
tem, to Cotton Mill Pond, which is nothing 
more nor less than a widening in the pretty 
little Mother Brook— the connecting link be- 
tween the Neponset and the Charles rivers. 
Just beyond a view is obtained to the left of 
the Milton Hills, at close range, but still true 
to their name, and holding fast to their dis- 
tinctive blue tone. On the summit of the 
highest hill the weather observatory is plainly 
in sight. 

, Now thick woods wall the road on the left, 
and opposite, the bright green meadows along 
the stream undulate like a sea in the summer 
breeze. On the farther bank, on the rising 
ground, a passing glimpse is had of Fairview 
cemetery. As the car mounts the hill a back- 
ward glance takes in Hyde Park and the Blue 
Hills once more, and the line is crossed into 
East Dedham. The car swings to the left 
through the little square of the village, and, 
still following the brook in its windings, runs 
on past picturesque old-fashioned residences 



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down the hill into the centre of the town onto 
Washington street once again. Here the elec- 
tric line ends, and, if the traveller has started 
in the forenoon, the hotels and restaurants 
near at hand afford any form of refreshment, 
from a sandwich to a full-course dinner. 

From Dodham the route runs back to Forest 
Hills on the steam road via West Roxhury, and 
in looking up the trains care should be taken 
not to return on the other side of the loop, 
which almost parallels the electric line just 
covered through Hyde Park. Any time that 
remains before the train departs may be pleas- 
antly passed in a short ramble through the 
streets of the town, visiting the handsome new 
court house and the pretty little library build- 
ing. The town is full of picturesque old houses 
in any direction that one may turn, and no 
wait for train connection can be long enough 
to become tedious. To see the ancient Fair- 
banks house is worth a trip to Dedham. 

It is a pity that no electric line connects 
Dedham more directly with West Roxbury 
and Forest Hills, as it is by all odds 
the most attractive country on this circuit. 
At present, however, the sparseness of the 
population along the way, the very feature 
which conduces to the attractiveness of 
the district from a tourist's point of view, 
appears to preclude the establishment of such 
a line. No doubt in time a road will be put 
through, with a view to opening the country, 
and thus induce an increase of inhabitants 
along the way, thus creating a paying busi- 
ness. Today this lovely country, in which lie 
many traditions of Colonial and later days, 
must be passed quickly over on the steam 
train. The best part of the scenery and points 
of interest lie on the left-hand side in going 
toward Boston, and a seat on that side of the 
car will be found most advantageous. The 
first picture spread out by nature on leaving 
Dedham is the bit of meadow and woods reach- 
ing out along the Charles toward Needham 
and Newton. It was not far from here on a 
continuation of this same meadow and down 
by the Charles River, just in the edge of West 
Roxbury, that the celebrated Brook Farm col- 
ony struggled so hard for its existence and a 
better civilization. It was not so many years 
ago, indeed, that this whole section was a farm- 
ing country. Spring Street and West Roxbury 
stations are passed, with all their beautiful sur- 
roundings, and as Central station is neared, a 
white church can be descried among the 
trees. In this unpretentious temple Theodore 
Parker once preached to a congregation which, 
though necessarily small, he considered "good 
church-going people and good listeners." Ros- 



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lindale station is next reached and passed, and 
just beyond, the grounds of the Arnold Abore- 
tum begin. Going over this part of the route 
one crosses the substantial bridge erected after 
the frightful railroad accident some years aco. 
From Forest Hills a walk is planned over the 
Parkway as far as the traveller feels able to 
continue, even into the city if desired— a dis- 
tance of five or six miles. A walk of from one 
to two miles is here laid down, but it may be 
omitted and the train continued with into 
Park Square. It is but a minute's walk up 
from the track on the left-hand side to the 
Arborway, which runs down the valley along- 
side the Arboretum and over to Jamaica Plain. 
Here the Arborway merges into Jamaicaway, 
leading along the southeastern shore line of 
Jamaica Pond to Pond street. This is about a 
mile from Forest Hills, and, if it is desired, a 
little walk down Pond street to the right will 
bring one to the Soldiers' Monument on Centre 
street and to the electric line for town. On the 
other hand, if endurance is still good, and the 
traveller is thirsting for more of the Parkway 
and its constantly changing panorama, let him 
mount the hill and wind along the boulevard 
down into the valley to Leverett Pond, cross 
the stream opposite the hospital to the Brook- 
line side, and so on to Huntington avenue, 
where it intersects the Parkway. Another 
mile has thus been covered, and another ave- 
nue of choice between walking and riding is 
opened by the Huntington avenue cars to town. 
It is still possible to continue over the parks 
through the Riverway along the bank of 
Muddy River to Longwood avenue, and 
another car line; or, farther still, over the Fen- 
way through the Back Bay Fens to Massachu- 
setts avenue, and more cars; or, continuing 
down Commonwealth avenue through the 
Public Garden and the Common, and leaving 
the parks behind under the shadow of the 
"Brimstone Corner" spire, at the starting point 
of the morning. The walk from Forest Hills 
to Huntington avenue, about two miles, will be 
enough to satisfy the average holiday maker, 
it is believed, and, by taking a blue car here 
for the Tremont House, a trip of three miles 
for a five-cent fare, the round can be com- 
pleted without undue fatigue, and within the 
allotted four hours. On the way into the city 
the House of the Good Shepherd is passed on 
the left, the outer edge of the Fenway Park 
farther on, the Circus Ground, the Children's 
Hospital, the Massachusetts Charitable Me- 
chanic Association building, and so across Cop- 
ley Square and directly down town. This 
completes about as comfortable a half-day trip 
as is to bi had in this vicinity. 



FIFTH TRIP. 



A Half-Holiday 
Trip to Revere Beach 
— Route of Paul Revere 's His- 
toric Ride Followed to Medford- — 
Maiden and Its Suburbs, Picturesque 
Revere, the Beach, Chelsea, the 
Upper Harbo? and Navy Yard 
Included on this Ride of 
Seventeen Miles. 

ON THE FIRST TRIP of this series the im- 
mediate suburbs north of Boston were 
somewhat slightingly passed over on 
the steam train to Maiden, in an effort to 
plunge at once into the more rural sections 
of the country. In this chapter an effort 
will be made to make amends for that 
hasty departure, and the intermediate towns 
more closely associated with the Hub, geo- 
graphically and politically, will be visited. It 
is one of the shorter car trips, being well adapt- 
ed to a half-holiday outing, but the puhlic 
should be warned against undertaking this, of 
all rides, on a Sunday or a holiday, if it is 
deemed desirable to travel in comparative 
peace and comfort. It includes no steam train 
stage, and it has for its goal a stretch of sand 
and sea unsurpassed in its native beauty — 
Revere Beach. Unhappily, the proximity of 
this beach to the neighboring cities has brought 
about a state of affairs there not at ail alluring 
to the aesthetic eye and mind. Happily, on the 
other hand, its environs and great natural 
beauties have been appreciated by those mak- 
ers of public pleasure grounds of the noblest 



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sort, the Metropolitan Park Commissioners, 
and by their guiding hands nature is to be led 
back to this jewel that is to shine for the true 
benefit of all the people and for all time. 
Those who prefer to be utterly improvident on 
such an outing, and who will disregard all 
time schedules as made by the railway corpor- 
ations, trusting to luck to make up any loss on 
their own schedules in the chance enjoyments 
of the way, will find four hours ample time in 
which to make the round. For those who 
enjoy trying to make close connections along 
the way, three hours will be sufficient, and 
close figurers may even shade that a quarter of 
an hour. Five distinct lines of cars have to be 
taken on this round, with a walk of something 
less than a mile and a ferry trip of a mile 
added. The round trip fare is twenty-eight 
cents and the total distance seventeen miles. 

For one who travels watch in hand and with 
an eye for making close connections, it may be 
suggested that, although the cars over the first 
six miles of the route run every ten minutes, 
those leaving Scollay square at twenty minutes 
past the hour take one through with a mini- 
mum of delay. Should any hitch occur, how- 
ever, to interfere with the running time, it 
will be cheering to know that, if one is thus 
cast in with the improvident travellers, the 
waiting points are not totally devoid of interest 
and that in some instances they are sufficiently 
enchanting to entice one to tarry longer. To 
begin the journey, then, one should take a 
mustard-colored car at Scollay square marked 
Charlestown on the dashboards and Winter Hill 
and Medford overhead. For a five cent fare this 
car takes one to Medford square, a distance of 
six miles, most of the way over historic ground. 
The way leads down Cornhill, through Adams 
square, past the statue of Samuel Adams, and, 
as the car turns left into Washington street, a 
glimpse of the western end of Faneuil Hall is 
had to the right at the foot of Dock square. 
To the stranger, these are especially interest- 
ing points to note, as all were so intimately 
connected with the Revolutionary war, the 
approach of which Paul Revere gave warning 
of, riding over a part of the route which today 
is traversed by the "broomstick train." Through 
Haymarket square, where the northern termi- 
nus of the Subway is to rise, the car moves on 
past the old Boston & Maine railroad station 
and the fortress-like station of the Fitchburg 
road guarding the entrance to the Charles 
River, and over Warren bridge into City square, 
Charlestown. Here on the left is the building 
which was once the administrative headquar- 
ters of the city of Charlestown before it became 
a part of the greater Boston. It was near this 



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point also that Paul Revere stood on that 
April morning watching for the signal lights 
in the North Church tower, 

"Ready to ride and spread the alarm 
Through every Middlesex village and farm." 

Crossing the square, the car runs toward the 
hill whereon the battle of June 17 was fought 
which in reality was Breed's Hill, but fate 
decreed that it sbould be known in history as 
Bunker Hill. Just after passing the Catholic 
church on the right, if the traveller will look 
up the hill through one of the side streets, the 
tall granite shaft of the monument on the 
battle ground will be seen towering above the 
city. The car emerges presently upon Main 
street, over which Revere rode, and just before 
reaching Sullivan square, a point known in 
Revolutionary days as Charlestown Neck, the 
true Bunker Hill will be seen rising on the 
right. It is now crowned by a pretty park, 
which unfortunately is not visible from the 
car. It was here near the Neck that Revere 
was headed off by two British officers, and from 
whom he escaped by making a slight detour 
from his path, regaining the Medford read just 
beyond in what is now the prettiest part of the 
City of Somerville. the Winter Hill district. 
The car passes Broadway Park on the right 
and mounts Winter Hill, where are found the 
finest residences in that city. On gaining the 
top of the hill, the car bears away to the right f 
and leaving Somerville, plunges downward to 
the Mystic River, which winds its way through 
broad marshes. It is a level road on into Med- 
ford. The old Mystic race track and its pic- 
turesque road house lie to the right, and to the 
left across the open the buildings of Tufts 
College crowning the hill stand out against the 
sky. A little farther on, standing back in the 
fields on the left, is the Royal mansion of Colo- 
nial date where Revere must have called on 
that memorable ride, and a little farther on is 
the bridge, "spanning the Mystic's tide," over 
which he rode "into Medford town." It is not 
the same bridge, to be sure, but the poetry and 
fervor of the day and deed are preserved in the 
new and more enduring stone of the modern 
structure. From here the messenger of liberty 
struck off to the west toward Arlington and 
Lexington, and the traveller by electric goes 
east. 

Medford square lies just across the bridge, 
and one is fairly within the pale of the land of 
Medford rum. No suggestion is given by the 
narrow stream just crossed that this town was 
once an important ship building centre. It is a 
fact, nevertheless, that the first ship's keel 
laid in this part of the Western world was 



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stretched here in 1631 under the direction of 
Governor Winthrop and she was launched on 
July 4 of that year, a date that in less than two 
centuries was to see the launching of this 
country's independence. Until the time of the 
civil war, ships continued to he built here. 
This was also Governor Winthrop's residence, 
known as Ten Hills. A change of cars is made 
at the square for the line to Maiden, the cars 
on which leave on the hour and half hour. 
The fare is five cents for the pleasant ride of 
two miles along the southerly edge of the Mid- 
dlesex Fells region, through a residential street 
to Maiden station. Another change is then made 
to the car for Linden, a suburb of Maiden. This 
line is a half-hourly one, the cars leaving 
the Boston & Maine crossing at quarter before 
and quarter past the hour. It is about two miles 
and a quarter to Linden station on the Saugus 
branch, a ride of twenty minutes, for which 
another five cent fare is necessary. The car 
travels the old Lynn and Salem turnpike built 
under the shadow of the ledgy hill which rises 
abruptly on the left— the connecting link be- 
tween the Fells country and the Saugus hills. 
One does not continue on this car to the end 
of its route, and the conductor should be asked 
to give warning on arriving at Beech street. 
This is the nearest point to Linden station 
and a walk of five minutes or less down the 
street to the right across the Boston & Maine 
tracks brings one to the very outskirts of Maiden 
and the township of Revere. 

It is at this point that a long wait may be 
found compulsory unless, a calculation on con- 
nections has been made beforehand, for the 
cars leave the boundary line for the beach 
fifteen minutes before every hour only. One 
might travel much farther, however, and fail 
to find a spot commanding more interesting 
scenery. The traveller must await the car on 
the very borders of the great downs which fade 
away to the left in the Saugus hills and across 
Pine River into the smoke from the hundreds 
of factory chimneys of Lynn. It is a vast level 
sea of green and all the varied colors of the 
marsh, with occasional islands and promon- 
tories of oaks making out from the Revere 
side. To the right of Lynn, the ocean is seen, 
a burnished mirror, with little Nahant and the 
Point of Pines in the framing. Over on the 
other side of the road, the meadows stretch 
back to a belt of beautiful great trees, f.nd the 
farms and orchards on the higher land toward 
Revere Centre. Having boarded the car bound 
for the shore, it is only a matter of twenty 
minutes of riding to the end of the line. If the 
landscape from the roadside by the meadow 
was beautiful, how much more so is that 



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which unrolls itself in a panorama along the 
way across Revere. This is a farming section, 
and market gardens of great richness and pro- 
ductiveness lie on either hand. The land rises 
and falls like a rolling prairie, but every square 
foot is blooming with thrifty vegetation. The 
combined influences of the summer sun, the 
sea air and the rich soil give to these fields a 
brilliancy which is wanting on the inland 
farms. Cabbages, onions and other truck, 
when thus flourishing by the acre, lose their 
utilitarian aspect and lend themselves to the 
pictorial sense as readily as do the fine old fruit 
orchards and ancient farm houses. Lost in the 
enjoyment of these scenes.it seems but the 
twinkling of an eye before the car stops just 
above the beach and the traveller is compelled 
to find his way afoot down the sands, Boston- 
ward, to Crescent Beach. 

During the season, there is a line of electric 
cars which travel up and down the length of 
the beach from Point of Pines on the north to 
Beachmont on the south, so that one can easily 
escape walking here for a five cent fare, or for 
ten cents can make the run out to the Pines 
and back, seeing all the sights. As was sug- 
gested at the outset, the sights are many 
though not edifying, but it is easy for one to 
see what this beach was twenty years ago, 
and what it is soon to be again under the State 
park control. The project is to remove all the 
unsightly pasteboard structures from the 
beach, to move the railroads back and to con- 
struct a boulevard on what is now the roadbed 
of the narrow gauge line, the reservation to in- 
clude the entire sweep of the sands from the 
Pines to Beachmont. Many will hail the com- 
ing of that happy day with delight. It is dif- 
ficult to realize today that this was once a 
favorite shore resort for the best class of peo- 
ple. The sands alone, purified by the scouring 
tides, retain the freshness of those old days. 

A walk of twenty minutes along the beach 
brings one to Crescent Beach station, the start- 
ing point of the cars for Chelsea, which leave 
every ten minutes. This route of two miles 
and a half takes one through Revere Centre 
and completely across Chelsea to Chelsea 
square. The latter town has been proverbially 
dead for many years but, to one coming to it 
from sleepy Revere, it has every appearance of 
being much alive. Alighting at the square, 
the traveller walks down Winnisimmet street 
on the left, and, paying a toll of three cents, 
embarks upon the ferry for Boston. It is a 
mile across the head of the harbor from the 
mouth of the Mystic River, opening under the 
drawbridge on the right of the ferry slip, to the 
mouth of the Charles on the Boston side. Dur- 



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ing the voyage of ten minutes, the ship yards 
and docks of East Boston are passed on the left, 
and on the right the grain elevator of the Bos- 
ton & Maine Railroad, one of the largest in the 
East, is passed, and then the Charlestown Navy 
Yard with its old ship houses and ihe battery, 
and the receiving ship Wabash lying off the 
dock and fast locked in the mud washed about 
her by the currents from the rivers. 

The boat lands the traveller at the North 
End and but a short distance from Christ 
Church in whose tower the signal lights were 
hung which warned Revere of the movements 
of the British troops. Here, too, is Copp's Hill 
Burying Ground, the resting place of many of 
Boston's old families. If one does not care to 
visit these historic points, cars may be taken 
from the ferry for uptown and for the southern 
railroads and the Union Station, and the trip 
brought to a comfortable close. 




Lynn A\«*rsl?e5. 



SIXTH TRIP. 



Short Runs 
to Arlington Heights 
— Harvard University Ob- 
servatory and Botanic Gardens 
Visited en Route — Spy Rond, Arlington 
Village and a Climb Up the 
Heights for the View — A 
Sixteen-Mile Trip for 
Twenty Cents. 



PROVIDING THAT ONE who has followed 
these articles has clung religiously to the 
way laid down, hut a small part of any of 
the previous routes will be repeated on this jour- 
ney. In coming home from Waltham on the 
second trip the traveller was taken from Har- 
vard square to Boston by way of the Harvard 
Bridge, but it was suggested that it was also 
possible to travel over the West Boston Bridge, 
and so into Bowdoin square. On the present 
occasion the start is to b 3 made from Bowdoin 
square on a Concord avenue and Huron avenue 
car. This takes one through tbe edge of 
the old West End to the Charles river, 
where, leaving the attractive Charlesbank 
park, with its open air gymnasiums, on 
the right the car goes over the West Bos- 
ton bridge, one of the oldest in the city, 
to Cambridge. Across the broad basin to 
the left lies the Back Bay district, with its 
towers, domes and spires cutting into the vault 
of the sky above the solid squares of handsome 
residences, and on a calm day the quiet water 
reflects this panorama charmingly. Beyond the 



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Harvard Bridge, whose graceful arches may be 
seen spanning the flood, rises Corey Hill in 
Brookline. To the right of the car the 
river flows down past East Cambridge, under 
bridge after Bridge to the harbor. Just across 
West Boston Bridge the manufacturing section 
of the city of Cambridge is entered and a little 
farther on, at the Cambridge end of the Har- 
vard Bridge, the short section of duplicated 
road is reached. It is a ride that bears repeti- 
tion, however, through Central square, past the 
handsome City Hall and under the long line of 
elms into Harvard square. Here the car 
leaves Massachusetts avenue and passes along 
the western side of Cambridge Com- 
mon and directly under the overhang- 
ing branches of the elm beneath which 
General George Washington assumed com- 
mand of the colonial army. The old tree, in 
spite of the tenderest nursing and bandaging, 
.is fast falling a victim to the decay of its years, 
and ere long must pass into the traditions and 
history of the city as something grand that 
once was. Concord avenue is soon reached, 
and as the car begins to ascend the gently 
rising ground, the Harvard Observatory enclos- 
ure will be seen on the right, closely screened 
from the outer world by thick trees and shrub- 
bery. This is the point at which to alight. The 
first four miles have been covered in half an 
hour, and for the price of five cents. 

Following along the old wooden fence up the 
avenue one comes, when having passed about 
half its length, to an inconspicuous gate which 
bears the warning, "No crossing." It may be 
said, however, that the visitor who will give 
his pledge to comport himself with dignity 
while within the enclosure may open the gate 
and walk fearlessly in. Unfortunately one 
cannot inspect the interiors of the several 
buildings here to be found, with their wealth 
of scientific aparatus; for, even during the 
hours of sunlight, the corps is busy with its 
minute and elaborate labors, and cannot be 
disturbed by sight-seers. The grounds are in 
themselves sufficiently beautiful, nevertheless, 
to be worthy of a visit, and one's imagination 
has a chance for play in attempting to guess 
what all those little dome-topped telescope 
houses can be for. The path from the gate 
leads around the main building and down to 
the broad drive which takes one to the main 
gate on Garden street opposite the head 
of Linnaean street. Just across the way 
is the Botanic Garden connected with the 
university, and by following the fence 
along Garden street the entrance gate 
is found. The sign on this portal is not so for- 
bidding as that to the observatory grounds, 



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and only small children unattended by adults, 
and dogs, are reminded that this is no place for 
them. An indefinite time may be passed here 
with pleasure and profit in wandering through 
the conservatories, where there are found the 
strange growths of tropic lands and a splendid 
collection of weirdly fascinating orchids, and 
in studying the varieties of tree, shrub and 
flower growing in the gardens. 

Exit is to be had only through the gate by 
which one enters, so that it will be easy to find 
one's way back to Linnsean street. A walk of 
ten minutes down this pretty street brings one 
again to Massachusetts avenue, where a car is 
to be taken for Arlington Heights. While 
waiting for a car (they run once every fifteen 
or twenty minutes) a suggestion may be made 
for extending the trip a little. If there is no 
objection to a slight deviation, one may continue 
with the first car, a short distance farther on, 
out Concord avenue, past the observatory to the 
end ot the route at the corner of Huron avenue 
and Fresh Pond Lane. A short walk along the 
lane brings one to Kingsley Park, a pine- 
covered bluff extending out into Fresh Pond. 
This can easily be included in the trip and the 
stop made at the observatory on the way back 
from the pond. Ten cents will thus be added 
to the cost of the trip, but Fresh Pond is worthy 
of such a modest outlay. 

From Linnsean street to Arlington Heights is 
a distance of a little more than four miles, and 
the fare is five cents. Until a short time ago, 
however, it cost five cents from any point to 
the Arlington town boundary, and five cents 
more to go to points beyond. Today the 
boundary simply marks the end of the five-cent 
ride for through passengers for Boston. The 
old elm by the roadside and Alewife Brook are 
passed, and the car enters Arlington. A short 
distance farther on the waters of Spy Pond are 
discovered shimmering through the trees, and 
across the water the hills of Bcanont rise. 
Arlington Centre is reached and the townhouse 
passed on the right, while across the way the 
handsome new public library is seen. The 
land rises quickly from the centre on either 
hand, the hills over against Winchester on the 
right and Arlington Heights on the left. Along 
the way through Arlington one notices the 
granite monuments by the curbing which tell 
of the deeds of the men ot Menotomy, as the 
place was then called, on that stirring 19th of 
April, 1775. This is on the road to Lexington 
and Concord, and while the little village of 
Menotomy did not see much of the fighting of 
the day, it nevertheless fell a victim to the in- 
vaders and its men took an active part in the 
defence of the land. 



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At the Heights a comfortable luncheon may 
be had in a neat little restaurant near by, and 
the physical forces prepared for a walk up the 
long hill. It is a fifteen-minute jog up to the 
height of land where the huge standpipe 
crowns the hill, commanding a view for miles 
in all directions almost equal to that 
from Prospect Hill in Waltham, which was 
visited on the second trip. This maybe con- 
sidered as the western end of the journey, tin- 
less one is desirous of taking the steam 
train from the Arlington Heights station, 
near the electric car terminus, for a run 
of three miles up to Lexington. This can 
readily be done if the train schedule is consult- 
ed in advance and due allowance made for the 
ride by electric and the calls along the way. 
In returning homeward from the Heights, also, 
some may like to vary the trip by taking the 
steam train. If so, the fare will be sixteen cents 
•and the run be shortened by half an hour. 
By electric back to the city, eight miles and a 
half, the fare is ten cents, and a full hour is re- 
quired for the run. 

This trip affords a pleasing variety of scenery, 
with agreeable short walks so interspersed as 
to break up any monotony of riding. From 
three to five hours may be consumed on this 
trip, according to the length of time spent at 
the points of call, and the cost will be twenty 
cents if the electrics are adhered to all the way, 
or twenty six cents if the steam train is 
taken on the homeward end, and fifty 
cents if Lexington is included. It is fur- 
ther suggested that strangers may find 
it convenient to visit the colleges on the return 
run of this trip, and further vary the route by 
taking finally a car for Boston over Broadway 
and through East Cambridge to the Union Sta- 
tion and so to Bowdoin square. Such a stop 
would not increase the cost of the journey, as 
one fare of five cents would be paid from the 
Heights to Harvard square, and another of 
equal amount into Boston, instead of a single 
ten-cent fare for the unbroken run. 



aBJSfc* ■■ I 




SEVENTH TRIP. 



An Even- 
ing Ride to City 
Point, Marine Park and Castle 
Island, With a Call at Dorchester 
Heights — A Round Trip of 
Seven Miles for Ten 
Cents. 



FOR THOSE WHO LOVE the sea, and for 
those -who visit the city from inland 
points, a trip to Marine Park and Castle 
Island cannot fail to be appreciated. It is 
an easy afternoon or evening trip, allow- 
ing half an hour each way on the cars, 
and at least an hour for enjoying the salt 
sea air at the Point. If one makes this trip by 
day, provided it is not on a Sunday or holiday, 
there need be no fear of finding a crowd at this 
popular pleasure ground. On the other hand, 
if one wishes to take the ride under the most 
pleasing conditions, it would be well to wait 
until the evening has settled down and the 
dense black shadows beyond the glare of the 
great arc lights soften or hide the rougher and 
less pleasinj? spots in the landscape. One then 
travels across the peninsula under the long 
colonnade of arching elms along Broadway, 
with the shops on both sides illuminated as for 
a carnival, while the less attractive sections 
are passed unnoticed in the semi-darkness. 
The Point, on a pleasant summer evening, also 
is a delight to a poetic mind, and the thousands 
of promenaders and their merry laughter are 
among the delightful features of the place. 



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How to reach there is easily told. Watch for 
a crimson car marked "City Point, South Bos- 
ton, via Broadway." These are to be found at 
the Union Station, at Park square, Adams 
square and Post Office square. It is a matter of 
about three miles— a half-hour ride— from any 
one of these points to Marine Park, and the fare 
is five cents. The terminus of the car line is at 
the southwestern approach to the park, the 
point where the Strand way boulevard and 
promenade are to connect, after following along 
the shore of Dorchester Bay from Franklin Park. 
This is a work as yet but barely started, and 
Marine Park itself is one of the newest works 
in the park system. On alighting from the car 
the park is found to lie on the right extending 
down to the beach, the Marine Pier running out 
into Dorchester Bay on the south, and on the 
north the long bridge connecting old Fort Inde- 
pendence on Castle Island with the park. In 
the evening, when the grounds are lighted and 
the shipping in the harbor and the fleet of 
yachts in Dorchester Bay are showing riding 
lights, a pretty picture is here spread out. 

The walk across the park, past the bronze 
statue of that old naval hero, Admiral Far- 
ragut, and over the bridge to the fort, will re- 
quire about fifteen minutes, and if one does 
not care to linger on the benches overlooking 
the sea, a complete circuit of the island can be 
made in another quarter of an hour. Most peo- 
ple, however, will enjoy a rest beneath the fine 
old trees on the parade, or beside the grassy 
bombproofs under the shadow of the granite 
parapets. To the north is the main ship 
channel of the harbor, through which 
every class of craft, from a stone sloop 
to an ocean liner, plies back and forth 
during the daylight hours, and in the evening 
the great harbor steamers make music there 
with their swiftly turning paddle-wheels. On 
the south is the mouth of Dorchester Bay, with 
Thompson's Island and its Farm School just 
across. Eastward are the lower harbor and its 
islands, while Long Island and its lighthouse 
are directly ahead. Returning to the main- 
land one should cross the park along the head 
of the beach, past tiie boathouse and the new 
refectory building, to the street which runs 
westward nearest the Dorchester Bay shore. A 
short walk of a block up this street past the 
several yacht club houses brings one to a corner 
where a car for town, via Bay View, can 
be taken. This line skirts the Dorchester Bay 
shore and passes around the base of that emi- 
nence, known in Colonial times as Dorchester 
Heights, and now as Telegraph Hill, where 
Washington planted his guns at the siege of 
Boston and drove out the British garrison. A 



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little open green, known as Thomas Park, and 
a high service reservoir of the water depart- 
ment, now crown the summit, and if one 
chooses to visit this vantage point a stop should 
he made at Old Harbor street, at the head of 
which the park is situated. The Bay View 
cars continue into town by way of Scollay 
square, and some, those marked East Cam- 
bridge, go to the Union Station. In riding up 
the shore a watch to the left across the bay 
will show the pumping station of the city sew- 
erage department. 




Ti)* Fe,rr&gut 5t*tu«. 



EIGHTH TRIP. 

How 

to Visit Frankli?i 
Park for a Short Tramp 
Or An Inexpensive Carriage Drive- 
Round Trip of Six Miles 
by Car for Ten 
Cents. 



EVERYONE WHO VISITS Boston will wish 
to make a pilgrimage to Franklin Park in 
West Roxbnry. For the benefit of visitors 
to the city a brief paragraph will be devoted 
to telling something of the history of this 
country park. It is situated three miles and a 
half southeasterly of Boston Common, and has 
an area of 518 acres, exclusive of the surround- 
ing streets, which, when added, makes a 
total of 545 acres. Central Park in New York 
contains 802 acres. The greater portion of tins 
tract was acquired by the city about twelve 
years ago and the work of construction was be- 
gun in 1886. The site comprises several cleared 
farms and the forest growth formerly known 
as the Roxbury Woods, a rugged region 
of hills and dales, ledges, woods* and 
meadows, commanding fine near, distant 
and middle views. The naming of the park 
was in honor of Dr. Benjamin Franklin, a part 
of his bequest to the city being used in the 
purchase of the land. In general landscape 
effect the park is a broad dale winding be- 
tween low, wooded slopes, giving a wide ex- 
panse of unbroken turf lost in the distance be- 
neath scattered trees. 



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The little journey to the park is one of great 
popularity with Bostonians of every walk 
in life. It should be made during the hours 
between sunrise and sunset, as the great 
country park is supposed to be closed at other 
times. Even ohe non-pedestrian can take this 
trip and enjoy a five-mile carriage drive 
through the park for the additional sum of 
twenty-five cents. If one is content to walk a 
mile and a half through the shady woodpaths 
of the park, the round trip of six miles on 
the electrics and the little tramp may be 
done for a single dime. The start should 
be made on a Grove Hall car, via Warren street, 
from the Tremont House stand, whence it is a 
half-hour's run out to the junction of Warren 
street and Elm Hill avenue, where the pedes- 
trian tour begins. If one prefers the carriage 
drive, the car should be held to out past the 
Grove Hall station and up Blue Hill avenue, if 
on a through car ; otherwise transfer at Grove 
Hall for the park entrance, without extra 
charge; the Blue Hill avenue line will land 
the passenger at the stand of the park car- 
riages, near the junction of Blue Hill avenue 
and Columbia street. For the benefit of those 
who choose the carriage trip, therefore, a brief 
outline of the route is given. The carriages 
pass down Glen lane, through the Valley Gates 
around the Playstead and the Overlook, 
then through the beautiful Wilderness, where 
a fine view of the Blue Hills is obtained, 
down through Ellicottdale and on to the sum- 
mit of Scarboro Hill, finally passing around the 
chain of ponds near Canterbury street and 
back to the starting point. One may desert the 
carriage, however, at the point where the 
circuit drive emerges from Ellicottdale to the 
Arborway entrance, and a short walk takes one 
to the Forest Hills Station, and the cars to 
Boston. 

To resume the walking trip, the way leads 
up Elm Hill avenue past some of the prettiest 
residences in the city, a five-minute walk only, 
to Seaver street, beyond which lies Franklin 
Park. Nearly opposite Elm Hill avenue an old 
path leads down into the park and joins one 
of the main drives. This path is as old as 
the settlement of Boston, and is a part of the 
old Indian trail over which the settlers 
journeyed in visiting between Plymouth and 
Trimount. Bits of this trail can still be fol- 
lowed a long distance by the knowing ones. 
One should take the trail from Seaver street 
down to the drive and there bearing to the 
right, cross the grassy playstead to the refec- 
tory building on the Overlook, which can be 
seen peeping through the trees. Light re- 
freshments can be had at the Overlook, and 



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by consulting the map fixed against the wall, 
the course can be laid out through the Wilder- 
ness and Ellicottdale to the Forest Hills en- 
trance. It is a delightful tramp of about a mile 
through the woods and valley, coming out op- 
posite the main entrance to Forest Hills Ceme- 
tery on Morton street. Bearing to the right 
down Morton street, a five-minute walk brings 
one to Washington street, where the steam train 
or electrics can be taken to town. Just across 
the railroad tracks is the Arnold Arboretum 
and the chain of parks and parkways extend- 
ing through Jamaica Plain, Brookline, Long- 
wood and the Back Bay to the Common. The 
route back to Boston from Forest Hills is the 
same as that described on the outward route of 
the fourth trip. 




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Outing Corselet. 



Equipoise Waist. 





Designed and Pat- 
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Philbrook. 



These are the most Perfect 
Substitutes for Corsets. 



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is designed with special ref- 
erence to the comfort of the 

wearer when engaged in athletic sports, now so popular among 

young ladies. 



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in" Tailir-i 

Is the newest style and the most satisfactory 




Strangers visiting the city are invited to call, and 
wi/I receive prompt and courteous attention. 



MISS PHILEROOK 
175 Tremont Street, 

Suite 41. Take Elevator. 
OPPOSITE THE COMMON. 



ESTABLISHED 1847. 




R. H. STEARNS & CO., 

IMPORTERS OF AND DEALERS IN 

HIGH-GRADE 

Dry Goods. 



WHENEVER you want anything especially nove 
and stylish in Dry Goods it will be worth youi 
while to write to us for information. Our for 
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and we are always glad to answer letters anc 
to send samples whenever the nature of th( 
goods will allow. 

WHENEVER you are in Boston you will find ou: 
store the most convenient in Boston to mak< 
your headquarters. 

Make appointments to meet your friends here 
All electric cars running on Tremont street pas, 
our establish?7ie?it. 

R, i. STE/IR.NS f CO. 

Cor. Tremont St. & Temple Place, 
Opp. Common, Boston. 

21 Rue Marte/, Paris. 



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Makes the Skin Soft and 
Beautiful. Removes Sun- 
burn, Tan, Freckles 
\ and Blotches. 

50 CEIsTTS. 

Of all druggists or by mail. 



BEN. LEVY & CO., French Perfumers, 

34 West Street, Boston, Mass. 

Established Over Seventy Years. 

THIS ZPO^TTL.A.ie, STOSE. 

The Attention of Tourists and Strangers is called to 
our Stock of 

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BELTS, SHIRT-WAIST SETS, 

SUNSHADES, UMBRELLAS, 

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TOURIST GLASSES. 

Also a Full Stock of NOVELTIES in 

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Both America and the leading Countries of Europe are 

represented. 

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24 WINTER ST., BOSTON, MASS. 



Jordan, Marsh & Co. 



Dry Goods 



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All are cordially invited to Visit the "Big Store" 
whether desiring to purchase or not. 




BAILEY'S RUBBER 

Co mplexion 

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BRUSH and SOAP. 

Bailey's Complexion Brush gives Perfect Mas- 
sage to the muscles of the neck, chest, face and hand, exercis- 
ing them and completely changing that bony, shrunken, flat and 
wrinkled appearance which comes when muscles remain undevel- 
oped. Its use removes that dead, sallow, oily cuticle that has 
accumulated during the winter. It opens the pores of the skin, 
allowing the blood to free itself from impurities, allowing the 
cuticle to act in Nature's Own Way — unhindered by powder 
or lotions, unharmed by drugs. 

Bailey's Complexion Soap is the purest thing of the 
kind — its ingredients all tending to soften and beautify the skin ; 
used in connection with the Complexion Brush, its action is 
perfect. 

Found at Dealers or Sent on Receipt of Price. 



Bailey's Rubber Bath and Flesh Brush . 
Bailey's Rubber Complexion Brush . 
Bailey's Rubber Toilet Brush (large) 
Bailey's Rubber Toilet Brush (small) 
Bailey's Rubber Manicure .... 
Bailey's Complexion Soap .... 

Catalogue Free of Everything: in Rubber Goods. 



$1.50 
.50 
.50 
.25 
.25 
.10 



0. J. BAILEY & 00., 22 Boylston St., 

Boston, Mass. 



Makes the Complexion Attractive. 



PARKER'S 
2-30-2 



COLD CREAM. 



umike any other. Soft ens and Beautifies the Skin. 

Cures Chaps, Tan, Sunburn and Allays Roughness. 

Warranted not to Become Rancid. 

Trial Size, 10c. mM Two-Ounce ° 1>al Jars ' 25C< 

1 lb. Screw Top Cans, 75c; y 2 lb., 40c. 

Sold at Toilet Counters Everywhere. 

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s.>l tens the skin, making it unto a baby's. I shall never be without it 
The Cream I mean. * ANNY DAVENPORT. 



Cologne. 



Pint Bottle. 



.50 
1.85 
1.00 
1.50 



2-30-3 

Henrietta 

Eau De 

IMikado 

Violet Water 35c and 6;>e 

Florida Waters 35c and 35c 

Kay Rum, 1-2 Pt. Bottle • • 25c 

3-30-2 Cold Cream 10c and 25c 

2-30-2 Face Powder 25c 

ORRIS TOOTH POWDER, the best in use 25c 

SACHET POWDER, best quality, per oz 35c 

JOSEPH L PARKER,) 232 Tremont Street, 

druggist, I Cor. Eliot, Boston. 

A FULL LINE OF GREASE PAINT, POWDERS, ROUGES, Etc. 



Mme. MAY 



Boston's 
Complexion 
Specialist. 




The plainest 
face may be in<t<l< 
!>i nut if ul. Sin- 
ale treatment $1. 



Steaming and Manipulating; Manicuring (50c), 
Pedicuring; Vapor and Russian Baths (Ladies 
only) ; Hair Dressing— Dyeing, Bleaching ; Hair 
Goods; Superfluous Hair, Warts and Moles 
Permanently Removed— two methods. 
Strangers visiting the city are cordially invited to call. 
ALL BRANCHES TAUGHT. 
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C. O. D. Send address for book on complexion. 

Mine. MAY can be consulted at MAIN PAliLORS ONLY. 



IWLMIE. MAY &■ CO., Boston, 

Main Parlors, 18 Boylston St. (Boylston Building), 
Branch Parlors, 7 Temple Place. 



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Chemists and Druggists, 
39 Tremont Street, 
Boston, Mass. 



Branch Store, Copley Square, 
Oor. Boylston & Clarendon Sts. 



Established 1837. 



Do you wish your Medicine at Low Prices, accu- 
rately weighed and measured by experienced clerks? 
We solicit your orders when you are in need of Drugs, 
Medicines and requirements of the sick-room. 

Quick service by Mail and Express. 




Water-White Vanilla 

Is made from the ordinary extract of Va= 

nilla. By similar process to ihat by which crude 
molasses and syrup are converted into white syrup 
or gianulated sugar. 

TRY A 30=CENT BOTTLE, or send 40 cents and it will 
be sent by mail. 



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